PSALMS 55:4-12

⁴My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

⁵Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.

⁶And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! then would I fly away, and be at rest.

⁷Lo, then would I wander far off, I would lodge in the wilderness. Selah

⁸I would haste me to a shelter from the stormy wind and tempest.

⁹Destroy, O Lord, and divide their tongue: for I have seen violence and strife in the city.

¹⁰Day and night they go about upon the walls thereof: iniquity also and mischief are in the midst of it.

¹¹Wickedness is in the midst thereof: oppression and guile depart not from her streets.

¹²For it was not an enemy that reproached me; then I could have borne it: neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me; then I would have hid myself from him: